So much in caress in backtime,
Bright thoughts in backtime,
Everything is possible,
Keep maintaining the possible,
Passed before down to knee,
Low balance impossible to rise,
Many spikes to absorb,
To become the possible.
Breaking spikes to become all down to rise,
Breaking parts breaking souls breaking thoughts that will never change.
Who am i to become,
Low passing by the torture,
For live to life,
That meat become remains,
So i am your meat.
I am who i am,
The meat sudden perrish,
Dont lie the mentioned,
The souls nothing to find; myself,
I want to be the purge.
Thats beating in my mind,
I am bleeding out from the pain,
Nothing to save,
Nothing one can be true,
All begone.
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